My fever was high. I could feel myself drifting, the sense of leaving my body.
I landed on a wooden beam, high above a city. I swayed, feeling dizzy. What was going on? There seemed no end to the beam but I couldn’t stop myself from walking.
My foot slipped. I fell passed all the buildings then the ground opened and into the fiery earth’s core I went. Heat blistered my skin, I screamed before coming out the other side into a frozen land.
Ice filled me, shivers racked me and my fever broke.
(Inspired by; https://rantingalong.blog/2019/06/06/joelles-tales-first-thursday-of-the-month-tmat120-writing-prompt-for-june-6-2019/ with thanks).
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When dreams are like “being there” you awaken feeling as if you’d run a marathon. My dreams are a lot like that, too — very intense — and so I understand how memorable a dream like that one can be.
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I agree. Sometimes I find it hard to believe it was all a dream!
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A wonderful translation of a fevered delirium into a dream.
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Thanks 🙂
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Sounds like someone to eventually fear.
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